Daniel was nervous pulling into the parking lot. He had been texting with Samantha for the past few weeks. What had started out as a friendly helping had turned quite serious for both of them. The day was grey and raining slightly. As he pulled up to the grey buildings front doors, she was standing there, wearing blue pants and a red sweater. Samantha was w...
Author's Note: This is something completely different and new for me. There is no conversation so those that like dialog please don't feel the need to bash me. I didn't want dialog. I wanted to try something else for a bit and this is what I did. I would appreciate respectful comments as to what you thought of this write, for it is the respectful ones we wri...
My pussy ached like you wouldn't believe but I was stuck on this stupid retreat with my church for an entire week and there were no men. We got here on Sunday night and it was now Wednesday and I was used to getting fucked at least once a day and now it had been three since I'd had anything but my finger. I really thought I could do it when I left my boyfrie...
Breakfast was a quiet affair between Jean, Laurie and Sir Glen. "Thank you Sir Glen for last night. You were kind to let Laurie stay with me." Jean's voice was soft and timid. Laurie reached over and squeezed her hand. "Think nothing of it Jean. It is our pleasure as long as you stay here with us." "Where is your Master?" a roar bounced in the empty entry...
It all started innocently enough. My friend Jimmy and I had been down at the river horsing around and both of us wound up soaked from head to toe. His house was only a short distance so we hopped on our bikes and sped off. When we arrived there wasn't anyone home. He handed me a towel and told me to take my shower first. Jimmy said he would grab some cloth...
It was a hard rain. The type of rain that soaks you through, soaks you even though you're wearing an overcoat. I had never felt so wet before. I managed to make it through the door to the restaurant and stood there in the foyer, dripping. The water poured off my hat onto my collar, down my overcoat, and on to my already drenched feet. I shook the water off...
Shortly after my separation from my wife, I moved into an apartment on Chicago's south side. It was on the second floor and faced a remote vacant lot area. The area was surrounded by trees, making it an ideal place for people to hang out, or on this occasion a guy to wax his car. I rarely pulled my drapes across the expanse of window, because you could not s...
(The final chapter. Please read 1-6 before proceeding.) George and Sue sat out in their living room while Marsha and a newly cleaned up Jacob were in the guest room talking. As George and Sue sat in silence, both wondered if they went too far in bringing these people over from the UK for a visit. Both knew that inviting Jacob over was for the sole purpose o...
Anja Josefsen is my all time favorite Penthouse Pet. In the past I have emailed the folks at Penthouse asking how I could write to her and was told that they had lost touch with her and don't know of a way to contact her. Since Penthouse hasn't kept in touch with her, I'd like to present this open letter to Anja Josefsen in hopes that she is out there, Goog...
This is a short that I came up with after I heard a story from a woman friend of mine. This woman attended a wake for a female business associate's grandmother. The step-grandfather spoke about the wonderful 35 years they had together. The grandmother was separated for 30 years and divorced for 28. Do the math. The female business associate's mother was only...